Wednesday, November 29, 2017

World Shaking Autumn: A Photoshow

Wednesday

It's a strange twilight,hanging over the middle of the day,stealing the power of my eyesto make things real.The inverted shadowshollow what is solid.The skeletons of thingsbreak at the spine.You are gone.You took yourselfaway. If you returnit will be with thorns.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Big Dead Truck

I am a data guy.I think like a truck,best left alonein a small roomwith a pile ofpaper in front of me.Life is muchtoo complex formy little heart.Death scares me away. Anythingof consequence is reservedfor the parents,none of whomshields me.